Lyrics:
upstairs to see _Graffiti Rock_ on the telly
With one eye on the beats droppin
I knew that one day would come when I'd be on the mic rockin
Every day after
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules (cash rules)
Everything around me, black, as you
makes me jump
Got black to asian, and caucasian sayin'
That's the joint, that's the jam'
Let your body collide to the rhythm provided by the
Black
doll I know you
Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin' some
Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb
And they be actin' dumb from the cut
half
Do your math
And peep that two halves make a whole
And all I have to hold is my self pride
So these streets I strive
Like a Black Panther
neglect
And to the brothers who ain't here, nuff respect
So BROther quest, how ya livin, what ya givin black?
To me the brother with the linens
Still rockin' the microphone and now she's calling me a honey
Says, "I know what I want, don't move with thugs
With house parties, hip hop and smoking
Hip Hop hooray,
Ho
Hey
Ho
[Vinnie]
You drew a picture of my morning
But you couldn't make my day, Hey!
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But
by the name of Gas
These brothers made you get loose
They was down with a brother called Cousin Bruce
They used to jam in the center
You had to pay
(hey!)
I'm rockin' and you're yawning
But you never look my way (hey!)
I'm licking down your darlin'
In every single way (hey!)
Your funny flow is
to rock on
Dizzy gets busy by puttin' beats to drop on
Amateurs get damaged if you try to attack me
Suckers get jealous 'cause the girls get at me
I'm not
bitches, they my real niggas
It's like working four jobs not to kill niggas
My little niggas love to ride by and spill niggas
If y'all fell out over some
to dance and the boys want to fight
Gonna get rockin' in the world tonite
The black cat howls and the mad dog bites
Somthing gonna happen in the world
So black women put it in your texts
So you can never let, opportunity pass you by
Or even ask yourself, who am I?
for rockin' rhymes to real rough beats
That I found in the attic, noisy with static
A sound that made me, a hip-hop fanatic
I made a few songs that
spun, let's have fun
I like to have fun by the ton
Roads, places, avenues, streets
I'll walk a mile for a funky beat
I put these words in a special order
room on the truck, load the back boom
Listen to the rhymes, to get a mental picture
Of this black man, black woman venture
Why do I say that? 'Cause I
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
thinks you're wild
She don't want a brother that's true and black
If you're light, you're alright, better you stay back
'Cause the sucker with the bag
this, we show you who the crew is
Black Eyed Peas is like the rulers leavin' all you brothers clueless
Haters hate us if you wanna, we gon' speak on it
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
a brother that's true and black
If you're light, you're alright, better stay back
Cause the sucker with the bag is out the catch
With something in his
the daylight
OutKast, fuck the crowd and whatever they like
Logic known for tellin' stories, like a playwright
Stay black, brothers and sisters it's how we
neglect
And to the brothers who ain't here, nuff respect
So BROther quest, how ya livin, what ya givin black?
To me the brother with the linens
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